Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.